The Secret Is Wags

About six weeks ago, Tim took two new jobs.  Neither job is ideal—in terms of hours, money, or the work itself—but jobs are jobs, and we need income.

For the first month or so of Tim’s new 7-day a week work schedule, we struggled a little to accept our lifestyle change.  For years, we’ve worked together at home and enjoyed the freedom of setting our own hours.  It was tough to accept having a couple companies dictate our schedule.

Tim dealt with it better than I did.  He’s good at finding what Abraham-Hicks calls positive aspects (the upside of the situation), and he decided to enjoy the challenge of learning his new tasks.  He also focused on enjoying the variety of people he met. Still, even as I felt a profound sense of loss, as if I was grieving the life we’d thought we created and had to let go to deal with our present circumstances, I saw that Tim’s energy was lower than I’d seen in awhile.  He said he was okay, but his body language and manner said different.

I knew we needed to do something to shift our point of attraction.  Our vibrational frequency was lower than it needed to be to match our desires.  What could we do? (more…)

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My mother keeps many of her memories in a cedar chest at the end of her bed.  The trunk holds awards and clippings—I think she saved every newspaper column I ever wrote, and she has at least five copies of the first whole newspaper in which my first column appears.  The chest holds locks of hair and photographs and playbills.  And it holds some of my early artistic and literary efforts.

There’s the paper plate covered in uncooked pasta and sprayed with gold that I made in third grade.  There’s the misshapen sickly blue mug that I made in fifth grade.  There’s the stilted poetry I wrote throughout grade school, and the 20 page, 10 chapter “novel” I wrote when I was twelve (I think it started with something like “it was a dark and stormy night.”)

My mother treasures every one of these creations.  Why?  Because her only child made them.

Each of us is still the child we were when we were young enough to be making funky art projects.  Each of us is worthy of the kind of love that saves those projects.  Each of us deserves to have our creations treasured and celebrated. (more…)

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Yesterday, Bea left a great comment that raised an excellent question.  She said, “I was wondering how to feel good when nothing seems to be working out as desired or wanted or dreamed in life.”  I offered one way of doing this in my last post, but now I’m going to simplify it even more.

Notice that in Bea’s question, she makes a connection that we all make—or at least it’s one that I’ve always made.  She connects naturally feeling good to having things the way we want them to be.

It’s a reasonable connection.  Of course we feel good when things are working out the way we want to them to.

So how can we always have things work the way we want them to? (more…)

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When a whole lot of yucky things are going on in your life and you’ve sunk to the bottom of the emotional scale and you know you’re out of alignment with what you want, what can you do to feel better right this minute?

Abraham-Hicks teaches many processes that can help improve your emotional set point and thus your alignment, but sometimes things can get so overwhelming that it’s tough to summon up the oomph to do any of the processes.  Sometimes, visualizing and journaling and whatever else is just too much trouble.  And remember, if it doesn’t feel good, it’s not helping.

So what can you do when you feel this bad?

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In the last post, I told the story of how Tim saw a banner with country singer, Clint Black’s name on it.  Before the day that happened, I hadn’t thought of, seen reference to, or in any way stumbled over Clint Black’s name, songs, or picture for years.

The day after the events I related in the last post, I watched an internet marketing video, and the marketer referred to Clint Black.  Wowza!!

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Tim and I are in our car.  He’s driving. I’m gazing out the passenger side window.

Tim says, “Is he any good?”

“What?” I ask.

I have no idea what he’s talking about.  We haven’t been having a conversation.  We’ve been riding in silence.

“Is he any good?” Tim repeats as if hearing the question again will clear it up for me.

“Is who any good?”

“Him,” Tim waves a hand toward the windshield.

“What?  Who?” I look directly in front of the car for some invisible “him” I’m supposed to evaluate.

“The sign.” Tim waves a hand toward the windshield again.

My gaze extends further ahead.  I see a banner hanging across the road. It announces Clint Black’s upcoming performance at a nearby casino.

“Clint Black?” I ask.

Tim nods.

I give him my opinion of Clint Black, for what it’s worth, and I ask him what made him think I would have any idea what he was talking about.  He says, “I figured you were looking at what I was looking at.”

DA DUM! Did you hear that big orchestral crescendo that denotes something important? (more…)

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At the end of May, thanks to some serious misalignment, the law of attraction brought to us an uprooted, leaning tree.  The “facts” are that a freak wind storm broke off the top of one tree, and that treetop fell into a second, dead tree, knocking it partially over.  Surrounding trees caught the dead tree and kept it from going all the way over, but its position was precarious.

The day after the wind storm, we got an estimate for removing the tree.  The cost would be $850 … which might as well have been $850,000.  We didn’t have the money, and we still don’t.

If you’ve been following this blog for awhile, you know that a couple months ago, my “what is” situation was a turmoil.  I’d just gotten sued over debt. I had no idea how I was going to pay my bills. We were in danger of losing our house. Blah, blah, blah.  The bottom line is that my mind was full of “dead wood thoughts.”

What are dead wood thoughts? They’re “how” thoughts. (more…)

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In the last couple months, I’ve heard, from many sources, the idea that sometimes things have to get bad before they can get good. Some law of attraction teachers suggest that the universe has to create things that you perceive as bad in order to lead you to where you want to be.

You have to hit bottom before you can go up. You need to have it all fall apart before you put it back together. You have to have a storm before you get a rainbow.

I don’t buy it. (more…)

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